We were better, far from perfect, but better. Tom, River, and I got along. I learned to tolerate more of the Stout Family. But River was only the tip of the spear. Not even their father was a serious concern, though I remained paranoid at times. There was a family in Oklahoma threatening to cause division, but that family was unseen. It was a new family. A young family. A bastard family only because I stole the father. But for the time being, none of us could have known. All I had were my intuitions and fears.
To Be Continued…
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